Wednesday, March 23, 2005

What are some of your favorite lyrics from rock songs?

Some of mine:

There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain't got the faith to stand it's ground
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and

Mister I ain't a boy no I'm a man and I believe in the Promised Land

-Promised Land, Bruce Springsteen

And what am I to do?
Just tell me what am I supposed to say?
I can't change the world
But I can change the world in me

-Rejoice, U2

I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for that special offer
A guaranteed personality

-Lost in the Supermarket, The Clash

Once in a while you get shown the light in the stangest of places if you look at it right.

-Scarlett Begonias, The Grateful Dead

Now you’ll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they’ll take you from this dump you’re in and stick you in a box
Then they’ll take you to cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you’ll stick your head back out and shout we’ll have another round
At the graveside of cuchulainn we’ll kneel around and pray
And God is in his heaven, and billy’s down by the bay

-The Sick Bed of Cuchulian, The Pogues

Jenny said, when she was just about five years old
'Hey, you know, there's nothin' happening at all, not at all
Every time I put on the radio
You know, there's nothin' goin' down at all, not at all
But, one fine morning, she hears a New York station
She couldn't believe what she heard at all, hey, not at all
She started dancing to that fine, fine music
You know, her life was saved by rock'n'roll
Yes, rock'n'roll

-Rock and Roll, Lou Reed

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

-Time, Pink Floyd